When I visited the bookstore, I chose a Nobel Prize in Literature-winning work—"My Name Is Red."
The cover was designed in beige, featuring a large red character in the center.
I really liked this simple design style. I've mentioned before that I appreciate a simple life.
My phone rang, and I pulled it out of my pocket. The screen displayed the name Luo Xiaoye. I pressed the answer button and held it to my ear. "Hello, Luo Xiaoye."
"Chen Mo, let's talk about Hu Wei," she said directly, her voice tinged with urgency.
"You mean the suspect? I already told you yesterday that he can't be the criminal," I leaned against the bookshelf, gently swaying the book in my hand.
"I want to know more about him," Luo Xiaoye's voice remained calm, as if discussing something trivial.
"Hu Wei is Ling Xiao's high school classmate, a man who admired her. From the day he learned of Ling Xiao's death, he has been convinced that she was murdered, and the most likely killer is her older brother—Ling Zhiming. He even went to the police station to report that he had evidence proving Ling Zhiming killed Ling Xiao."
I paused for a moment before continuing, "However, his so-called 'evidence' is merely that Ling Xiao once mentioned to him that her brother disliked her. Perhaps her brother wished for her death because if she died, he would have one less person to compete with for their father's inheritance."
"Oh? What kind of evidence is that?" Luo Xiaoye's voice carried a hint of mockery.
"That hardly counts as evidence; at most, it's just a motive."
I sighed. "Exactly. That's why the police didn't take Hu Wei's words seriously at all. Even if Ling Zhiming were indeed the one who killed his sister, Hu Wei couldn't explain how Ling Zhiming got out of a locked room. Without that explanation, everything else he says is pointless."
"How could the suicide case of Ling Zhiming lead to suspicion on Hu Wei? If Hu Wei wanted to kill Ling Zhiming, he would have done it ten years ago," Luo Xiaoye's voice carried a hint of confusion.
"You've got it wrong this time. Ten years ago, Hu Wei did indeed attack Ling Zhiming. But you have to understand, at that time, Ling Zhiming was already a millionaire, and it wouldn't have been difficult for his bodyguards to subdue a sixteen-year-old boy. Moreover, over the years, Hu Wei has never given up on the idea of killing Ling Zhiming, but all his attempts have ended in failure."
I paused for a moment before continuing, "Hu Wei usually attacks Ling Zhiming with various weapons. Sometimes he uses a knife, other times a metal rod. In any case, he never got close to Ling Zhiming before being pinned down by those bodyguards."
"It seems that Hu Wei is truly infatuated. Even after ten years, he still can't forget Ling Xiao," Luo Xiaoye's voice held a trace of disdain.
"On the night of the incident, Hu Wei was at a bar drinking with a group of friends. The police investigated and found that they didn't separate from 8:45 PM to 11:20 PM. During that time, Hu Wei went to the restroom once for about ten minutes. However, the journey from the bar to Rose Manor, where Ling Zhiming lived, takes at least half an hour at best. So it's impossible for Hu Wei to have committed the crime."
I thought for a moment and continued, "What does Hu Wei do for a living?"
"Just a small-time thug. Ever since Ling Xiao died, he hasn't gone back to school. To be honest, this guy is quite pitiful. He comes from a single-parent family; his mother died early on. His father remarried and doesn't care about him at all. The main reason he's fallen to this point can't be entirely blamed on him. The biggest blow was losing the woman he loved dearly. At sixteen, that's an age when feelings are just beginning to blossom." I sighed, as if I could feel Hu Wei's helplessness.
"Alright. I understand now, thank you." Luo Xiaoye's voice had a hint of fatigue before she hung up.
I hadn't even had the chance to say goodbye.
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